Apr 12, 2019 6:59 pm
The front of this bookstore is adorned with a charming sign of a gold dragon curled around a treasure hoard of books and scrolls. Inside, the shop is decorated with beautiful hardwood, and the earthy scent of old books permeates the air. The library fills two floors of this three-story building, and it somehow seems to contain more shelves than the building should be able to hold.
A gold dragonborn stands behind the counter, arguing with a customer. Inching closer, you realize that they're arguing about something the Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors have done.
"You there!" the dragonborn calls, pointing suddenly at you. "What do you make of the latest news? Has Blastwind gone crazy with power, or has he merely gone senile?"
The customer, a tall woman thick black hair and a scowling look, scoffs. "Of course you'd say that," she says, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "You've gone senile yourself."
"Well?" the dragonborn insists, raising an eyebrow at you.